"No—"
In the dead of night, Xiao Chen, who had just been kicked out of the Ji family, knelt beside a streetlight, looking utterly miserable.
The cold wind howled around him, and the dim streetlight only added to the desolation.
"Why? Why does Ningxue want a divorce? What’s the reason?"
Xiao Chen couldn’t make sense of it. He had clearly revealed his identity as the Dragon King, so why didn’t anyone believe him?
Overwhelmed by grief and anger, the internal energy in his meridians began to surge chaotically!
"Boom—"
A deafening explosion erupted from within Xiao Chen’s body, shattering the shackles of the Grandmaster Perfection realm and propelling him into the Half-Step Supreme Grandmaster level.
Xiao Chen was stunned. A layer of incredibly unique martial energy naturally formed around him, and a golden glow gradually spread across his skin.
Indestructible Golden Body!
This was a top-tier inheritance he had accidentally obtained. Now, he had cultivated it to the third layer. Once perfected, legends said he would become truly immortal!
"I actually broke through?"
But the next second, the dazzling golden light around him changed color—shifting from gold to a greenish-gold, before finally turning completely green!
Especially his head, which now gleamed a vivid shade of green.
"Why did it change color?" Xiao Chen muttered in confusion, but he quickly shook his head. The color didn’t matter anymore.
Ningxue really wanted a divorce? Thankfully, he had been quick-witted—using vomiting blood as an excuse to leave in disgrace, avoiding signing the divorce papers.
"Ningxue... why?" Xiao Chen wanted to smoke, but he didn’t even have money for cigarettes.
His mood was so low that even his breakthrough in cultivation couldn’t bring him the slightest joy.
"Screech—" The sound of tires skidding pierced the night.
A taxi screeched to a halt right in front of Xiao Chen, and a head popped out of the window.
"Are you fucking stupid? Standing in the middle of the road with a glowing green head—I thought you were a traffic light, damn it!"
"With a head that green, did your wife run off with someone else?"
Wife!
Xiao Chen’s eyes snapped up as a terrible possibility struck him.
Could it be... that Ji Ningxue was seeing someone else? Was that why she wanted a divorce?
"No... impossible! I’ve treated Ningxue so well. How could she cheat on me?"
Then he remembered the green glow from his Indestructible Golden Body and his heart clenched.
One of the most powerful abilities of his Indestructible Golden Body was its perception—it could sense danger and other events in advance, acting like a sixth sense that had saved his life many times before.
And just now... the green glow was clearly a warning!
"No! Impossible! Ningxue would never betray me!" Xiao Chen’s eyes turned bloodshot.
Memories of his time with Ji Ningxue flooded his mind.
[April 6, 2021: Ningxue let me eat at the table once. So happy...]
[May 9, 2022: Ningxue bought me a cup of milk tea. I took one sip a day until it expired...]
Once again, Xiao Chen began his self-delusion, replaying every tiny bit of kindness Ji Ningxue had ever shown him until he convinced himself.
It was like those pathetic jokes online—some guy drinking water steeped with the sugarcane his crush chewed for three years, or digging chewed gum out of the trash to keep chewing it.
Others laughed at those jokes, but Xiao Chen had turned himself into one.
"I get it now. Ningxue must think I’m too passive. Fine, then I won’t hold back anymore!"
Xiao Chen took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.
"I wanted to live as an ordinary man by Ningxue’s side, but all it got me was distance."
"No more pretending. Time to reveal the truth—I am the Dragon King, the Asura War God!"
"Maybe it’s good for both of us to take some time apart. When we meet again... I’ll show you a whole new me—one who’s done being a simp."
With that, he pulled out his phone, only to find it still stuck on a blue screen.
"That useless bastard Tiaozhao, dropping the ball at the worst time!" Furious, Xiao Chen hurled his phone to the ground.
"Guess I’ll have to go abroad first, regroup my old forces, and return with my 100,000 soldiers. I’ll reappear before Ningxue at my absolute peak!"
Just imagining Ji Ningxue’s shocked face, her delicate hand covering her mouth in disbelief, made Xiao Chen’s lips curl into a smirk.
If the gentle, caring route didn’t work, then he’d just have to switch to the domineering CEO approach!
...
Ji Ningxue covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock—mixed with excitement and hesitation.
She was indeed stunned, but not because of Xiao Chen.
"Jiang Che, what’s this?"
Jiang Che stood before her, a playful smirk on his lips.
In his hand was an exquisitely crafted ring.
Young Master Jiang was proposing—again!
By now, Jiang Che had proposal speeches down to an art, effortlessly calling her "Ningxue-jie" in a way that made her heart flutter.
Of course, he had come prepared.
Ji Ningxue was already mostly won over—after all, they’d even shared a bed (though nothing had happened, the atmosphere had undeniably shifted).
"You... you little brat! You think I don’t know? You’re way too smooth at this! Not even blushing—how many girls have you proposed to?"
Ji Ningxue pouted, playing the proud older sister. Even mature women had their pride.
"Hmm... let me count. One, two, three, four, five... quite a few. Around ten or so?"
Jiang Che grinned shamelessly.
"Pfft—you little devil!" Ji Ningxue rolled her eyes. She refused to believe his nonsense.
Sure, she knew Jiang Che had plenty of girls around him, but marriage was a one-time thing. You couldn’t propose to every single one, right?
But she was wrong.
For once, Jiang Che was telling the truth—and she didn’t believe him!
"Hmph, I’m about to be divorced soon. Once I’m single and available again—"
"Then I’ll swoop in immediately. Ningxue-jie, once you put this ring on, you’re mine."
Though her words were tough, Ji Ningxue couldn’t hide the joy tugging at her lips.
Especially when the ring slid onto her finger—her happiness was beyond words.
Her marriage to Xiao Chen had been nothing but a piece of paper—no wedding, no engagement ring, nothing.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined falling for a boy nearly a decade younger than her.
"Oh, and Ningxue-jie, I’ve got one more gift for you."
Jiang Che’s smile turned mysterious.
Every woman he claimed received a custom system-forged ring. If they ever faced danger, it would teleport them straight to his side.
Qin Qiaoqiao, Ye Mengyao—they all had one. Even the cat, Huangdoufen, wore a special collar with the same function.
For his women and family, Jiang Che never skimped.
And he knew exactly what Ji Ningxue feared most.
The age gap! Though she’s still beautiful now, she’s nearing the age where beauty begins to fade. How much longer can her looks last?
And Jiang Che happens to have an endless supply of 'Youth Elixir'!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
